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ermine, to save us from this pollution. I call upon the honor of your lordships to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own. I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country, to vindicate the national character. I solemnly call upon your lordships, and upon every order of men in the state, to stamp upon this infamous procedure, the indelible stigma of the public abhorrence. More particularly, I call upon the holy prelates of our religion, to do away this iniquity; let them perform a lustration, to purify the country from this deep and deadly sin.
V. - Extract from PATRICK Henry's Speech IN FAVOR OF THE WAR ·
(Declamatory Expostulation, Courage, Confidence, Resolute Defiance,
Rousing Appeal, Deep Determination.) They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed ; and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot ?
Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means, which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight alone. There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone : it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. -- Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat, but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston ! The war is inevitable --- and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come!
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace, but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale, that sweeps from the north, will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What
would they have ? — Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! - I know not what course others may take ; but as for me
give me liberty, or give me death!
VI. – THE OCEAN. – Byron.
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ;
Stops with the shore ; - upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed ; nor doth remain
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
The armaments, which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay Creator the vain title take
These are thy toys; and, as the snowy flake,
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
And many a tyrant since; their shores obey
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play-
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests! in all time-
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
The image of Eternity ! — the throne
Of the Invisible. — Even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made! Each zone Obeys Thee! Thou go'st forth ; dread! fathomless! alone!
VII. — BATTLE OF WATERLOO. – Byron. There was a sound of revelry by night;
And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry; and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men:
A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
Did ye not hear it? - No; 't was but the wind,
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet —
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;
And there were sudden partings, such as press
Which ne'er might be repeated : who could guess
And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And near, the beat of the alarming drum,
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ;-
And wild and high the “ Cameron's gathering ” rose !
The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills
How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills,
Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills
With the fierce native daring, which instils
And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
Over the unreturning brave, — alas!
Ere evening to be trodden like the grass
In its next verdure ; when this fiery mass
Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay,
The morn, the marshalling in arms, – the day
Battle's magnificently-stern array !
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
VIII. - SATAN RALLYING The Fallen ANGELS. - Milton.
Thro' optic glass, the Tuscan artist views,
“Princes! Potentates !